i usually try to write at the end of the day, when all my defences are down and I’m half asleep.  I talk about the first thing that evokes this city.  So tonight I’m writing about something i shouldn’t talk about.  my neighbor.  she’s the daughter of the woman  I used to write about – a holocaust survivor.  both of them are quite mad but the daughter has become very agressive and in her rages, threatens to kill me.  In my despair I’ve spoken to the local policeman but he says she’s just crazy and I should ignore it.  I know she is serious.  And I know there is so much violence in our society right now – because of the lack of authority, organization, clarity, etc. she has reason to fear even me.